ablackwing replied to your post
/ i will brick you. your fran is be-yoo-tea-full.
You mean booty-ful //brick’d
boothiers-pants replied to your post: boothiers-pants replied to your post rebooting has…
I think if its become a chore, it might be an idea - it gives you the chance to do something new that you might never thought of when you first tarted your blog. and lol. Don’t worry. I was going to pester you to still be my Fran
Da, da, I will prolly do that.
Im going to close down some of the others while I’m at it so that should help.
Well I would hope so youre my partner in crime :I Literally :I
boothiers-pants replied to your post
rebooting has been really good for my muse. I’m working on all sorts of stuff for him at the moment - wanted posters, animations, layouts of the Strahl and her engines etc.
Mnh, I might do a partial reboot — if nothing else? New url and theme and such.
rapusodosu replied to your post
but I love your fran ;O;
I love her too, shes just become a large chore to log onto anymore.
This is regarding the fact that everyone has been hard to log onto.
2:33:18 PM Genie: I feel rusty
2:34:05 PM me: use oil
2:34:14 PM me: Coconut
2:37:41 PM me: low smoke point so be careful with the fire materia play and you should be good.
2:41:45 PM Genie: 8I
“A brand be kinder than ye touch.”
— dragon scales and bunny hide
Purses where heavy if one cared to weigh them in their palm, their poised rattle from being dropped careless to the floorboards below muted by the clang of a helm being shed rapidly from silver crowned head. The Viera normally so quiet and calm in a rush for the current moment, taking supple person over to the dry sink to reach for the pitcher, splashing water careless into the basin as rough tongue lapped at the flow, easing the burn of a Silence spell’s effects ‘pon her throat. A grunt soft past umber lips is all that passes free, restlessness banished from her form as remedy and water worked in tandem, sanguine gaze drooping.
Her day had been long, hide and ears baked by desert storms harsh in the growing perilous cold of winter months that made her inner clockwork run sluggish. Her reward had been grand however, enough gil to float her comfortably through several more months of relaxation and planning, should her Partner ever rise from the depths of a down bed of chosen paramour. Yet it was not as high as a bother as it had been previous, Madhu banished from her presence as more care was taken to collect a glass of water for her enjoyment.
Teeth clicked with the clear sand compound as drooping lids finally shut, and ears normally so alert and perked rocked back in a silent sigh upon her head. The pirate draining water free before setting such aside, form stooping over to catch claws in fabric of coin purses and the straps of heels. The steel tossed to the foot of the bed, the gill tossed within the trunk next to it, and the heavy thunk of lid and lock marked the easy process of armour coming free from time told hide.
Rhythm of removal coming with practiced finesse, straps hidden beneath the wisp of travel teddy unlatched to remove the heavy supports for supple breasts, sigh of relief bringing forth carmine once more. The armour was settled careful upon the trunk, eyes roaming in latent inspection of her chosen room, the lack of lock on her door noted with annoyance mute. The Veena shedding yet another layer from her person, the clinging three quarters sleeve shoulder shawl cast over upper bodice in favor for warm palms against rolling scapula, back turning to the only point of entry and escape to the small square room. Yet it was then lax ears noted something her nose was having troubles catching, claws hooked in lower armour freezing as garnet gaze turns, feral lilt coming free atypically brighter.
“Sephi’oth?”
No one knows men like Fran does.
Balthier - Final Fantasy XII (via the-seeress-yeul)
